I looked out in my yard today And saw a refugee: A rabbit that had run away From stark reality. He'd left the woods he knew as home And fled to alien lands, Because the fields he liked to roam Were filled with hostile bands. It seemed a pity there should be A price upon its head, This creature hopping merrily Around my poppy bed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE SEDAN by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS LINES WRITTEN ON HEARING THE NEWS OF THE DEATH OF NAPOLEON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PRIAPUS AND THE POOL: 4 by CONRAD AIKEN TWO SONGS FROM THE PERSIAN: 2 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |